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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 1:01 pm
Well, he was already headed this way anyway...
When he heard the reports, he picked up his radio and dismissed the oncoming cars. The church had been looking to nail this place, as magic seemed to leak out every once and a while...
His car pulled up next to it. He slowly got out of his car. Anyone who knew him would know him as Matthew Riley, one of the head constables and casters in the church. He stepped out of the car, his gray trench coat blowing a bit in the twilight wind. Underneath, he wore a full kevlar body suit, running all the way up to his neck and down to his calves. He also wore his own gauntlet, made to mirror that of the arch bishops. All other armament that was clearly in view was his short sword... Other than that, he looked quite frail.
He walked up to the impressive looking door on the joint, and knocked with the gauntlet, hard, three times. It would give the sick noise of metal against wood.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 3:33 pm
Arcus Shadowson Pax's actions put him well out of good standing. "You're a dead man, friend!" Arcus rushed the man, ducking low, thusly giving him a low profile, Bloodlust at the ready. He swung at the man's midsection, the kind of blow that would cut cleanly through a lung if it connected. Pax had expected this sort of thing, so he rolled to the side and forward, past Arcus's attack, picking up his dagger and firebomb and he went. He did not really want to or need to fight Arcus, so rather then fight; he flung his bomb at the area behind the bar. It hit the ground and for a moment did nothing. Then it exploded, setting the bottles of alcohol ablaze. The fire was large but not unmanageable. However, anyone could see that if left untreated the bar would be up in smoke soon. Pax heard the knocking and was sure the cops would hear the bomb go off. He moved quickly towards the door, staying a few feet back from it. "Temper temper. Look at what you've done to your guest. Was causing her this much pain worth it for an attempt to get back the meager items I stole? If your trying to woo her, I must say you are doing a sub par job. Might I suggest flowers next time?" Pax waited for the door to be busted down, knowing full well the cops had only so much patience. His eyes stayed on Arcus, waiting for the nest wave of attack.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:01 pm
Arcus dropped his mage's armor, as well as any of the other enchantments he had up, and dematerialized Bloodlust. He looked over, and waited for Vaatra to change back before he waved at the door, unlocking it so that the constable would see the man, Pax, holding dagger and enchanted cloak, sitting at the door for an escape. "Constable! This man has put my bar into a conflagration, and threatened my patrons with both dagger and gun! Please, I beg of you to arrest him.!" He sent a message TP to the girl running up the stairs. You drink free for the rest of your life if you claim you made the call to the fuzz. He waited for the constable's response.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:24 pm
*the cop has yet to enter Khale, so i don't think we can talk to him yet, but whatever*
The dagger was sliped into the cloak faster then one could blink, and since the cop had yet to eneter, he called out in a sacred.
"Sir, I have done no such thing. I'm the one that called you. Check my phones recent numbers. This man has been casting more magic then I've ever seen. If you run a simple magic trace spell, it will be clear. He was me captive, and I belive he put some sort of potion in my drink. He is also a demon, as far as I can tell."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:27 pm
Ama stopped dead in her tracks and took a long deep breath, settling her nervs before turning and looking to Pax, Arcus, and the Constable.
"It's true sir, he stole my things and has been threatining people all night." She spoke her voice rising just above normal speaking level.
"I had to call for help." She looked to the abr and the cackling of flames, jumping over the counter and looking for something to stifle the blaze.
It will take more then free drinks... Get me out of here alive...
Ama was unsure if the man would hear her thoughts, yet she hoped he would be able to do something, sneaking out of the house to drink was one thing, having the police involved was quite another.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:33 pm
Max Fischer-Valuck *the cop has yet to enter Khale, so i don't think we can talk to him yet, but whatever* The dagger was sliped into the cloak faster then one could blink, and since the cop had yet to eneter, he called out in a sacred. "Sir, I have done no such thing. I'm the one that called you. Check my phones recent numbers. This man has been casting more magic then I've ever seen. If you run a simple magic trace spell, it will be clear. He was me captive, and I belive he put some sort of potion in my drink. He is also a demon, as far as I can tell." ((You're early. Jester has a post to make yet. And that post has more grammatical errors and spelling fsckups than the chatterbox. I'm sorry, that was harsh. I meant the GD.)) Arcus looked appalledly at the man. The fire was clearly, and very obviously about to get out of hand, but Arcus wasn't worried. He had enough saved up from over the last fifty years to build five questionable joints again. "I'll give you that I'm a demon, but you can't blame me for the circumstances of my birth! I'm a taxpaying member of society, and though I can't set foot in a church, I pray avidly to our god. Meanwhile, while we argue, my bar is burning down, and one of my employees is upstairs, possible bleeding to death, due to the gun you would find in this man's enchanted cloak, as well as a dagger, and no doubt the bags of one of my patrons among other things! Any magic on my persons is merely that which I used to keep her alive thus far! I plead of you, noble officer of the law, do what is just!" He fell to his knees at this point, playing the drama enough to be convincable, but not enough to seem cheesy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 7:15 pm
((Khael, you don't know about the gun. YOU CAN'T.
Do not b***h people out for posting out of turn when you do so in the same post. You puppet mastered my character by making him open the door, and you need to tone your speed down. While soliliquies in Shakespeare are great, not in rp where there is action going on. Because I want to move this s**t forward, we'll disregard all this and not have everyone repost. But tone your level down.))
BTW, about this character, this is a pretty high-ranking church official, and an NPC. He's the head of the magic defense wing, the area dedicated to working on magical offenders. His main power includes in absorbing energies, magical manifest, and elemental manifest, with the exception of taking life force. Once absorbed this adds to, in crude terms, his mana pool. He has an enchanted pair of lenses on his eyes that may turn on/off for a high level detect magic and detect aura. The gauntlet has an aura of null about it, so it may be used to sever energy, which includes tripping up targeted spells, psionics, etc.. He also has several standard slaying implements, including cross, silver bullets, and many spells to aid him.
So, without further adu...))
The man would stare almost dis-interestedly at the pleas of the two. He blinked, and mentally switched the lenses on. He noticed the one demon at his feet practically bathed in it, as well as his seeming companion. The other man had some light accouterments of magic about him, but nothing serious. None of the others seemed to have anything. He dismissed Pax with the gauntlet of his right hand, and pointed towards the counter. The fire would pour off, and swirl into his palm. He smiled, and regarded the people in the bar. He gestured to them all, and nodded.
"Sit down."
((If I get magic abilities wrong, please tell me. Also, Khael, does your stuff dissapear to the ethereal, or what?))
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 7:27 pm
Pax wasted no time in leaving. He paused once behind the cop, only to give Arcus a smug smirk.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:38 am
((Pax fessed to the theft, so it would seem obvious I would know that he shot Nanji, at least, logic would scream that. So, while I could not concretely KNOW about the gun, I can accuse him of it. I'll admit it was my bad on the OOT postifying, but, I'm in the mood to get this s**t rolling. I assumed you would open the door, as that would be logical, but hell, logic is pretty scarce. My bad.
My stuff basically falls apart into Illiaster, which is the material composition of Order. If that makes any sense.))
Arcus did so, stunned that a fed would use such high quality magic. He wasn't terribly worried anymore, about anything, but he was pissed at Pax, and wasn't one to drop grudges lightly. He heard the girl's blaring thoughts, and they made eyes flash behind his eyes. Sure thing kid. Just wait for further instructions. Might I recomend taking a seat?
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 2:44 pm
((Nanji, the discussion between her and Ed??))
With a small nod Ama sat at the bar, thankful that the fire had been extinguished before any real harm had been done. Ama's eyes looked the officer over with a small glare, her attitude towards cops nothing less then sheer hatred.
What happens now?
Nanji's eyes slowly fluttered for a moment, her question to Ed needing no answer before she fell asleep, her breathing calming slightly and the muscles in her face relaxing a considerable amount.
(( KEEP IT IN THE OOC! ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 6:29 pm
Matthew walked towards the bar that had just been extinguished. The glow that had formed in his hand slowly faded, as he walked behind the old counter, and began meticulously looking over the alcohol. He tapped each bottle gently with the gauntlet, causing a tiny clink and shaving just a small amount of glass off of the bottle each time.
"May I please see the registration and licenses of all both of your magical goods, along with that door. I would also ask that everyone reveal their weapons, and place them here;" He put both hands on the counter, the gauntlet severely gouging it's wood, "On the counter."
He scanned over the faces at the bar, and noticed Ama's. He beamed at her, ands leaned over the counter.
"I'm going to have to ask you to wipe that petulant glare off of your face, before I do it for you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:42 am
Arcus winced at the gouging of his beautiful bar. "Alright mate, but if you don't mind..." he decided to stow the lip. We wait... When the officer (a thought which Arcus inwardly scoffed at) threatened the girl, he jumped to her side. "Hey, now. She's done nothing wrong. It was that man just left. Now, I'm gonna go get my paperwork, and I don't have any weapons... 'cept, of course, for..." Arcus swiggled about with his hand down his pants "...This one..." he said, and placed a large dagger down on the bar. "For emergencies." he said, sheepishly, and hurried up the stairs.
Vaatra downshifted back to his most humanoid form, and set his weapons down without a word or glance to the officer. He felt that he didn't need to explain himself, as was his typical mindset.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 10:38 am
"Before you do it for me?" Ama asked him lightly as soon as Arcus had walked out of earshot, her eyes looking into the mans and an even darker scowl replacing her other one. "I personally would love to see you do just that, however, As you wish." With a small sigh all the muscles in her face relaxed, her scowls replaced with a cherubic expression so innocent it would melt most people. Her hand slid across the bar and her fingers wrapped around the half empty bottle of schnappes, the thought of hitting a police officer all to amusing at the current moment.
Quickly she moved from the bar and went back to her spot on the couch, her legs curling under her as she sat and gazed out the window and began to drink heavily.
The sound of Arcus' shoes on the stairs made a slight tapping sound, a sound that made Nanji wince even in sleep. Her eyelids fluttered lightly and with a small yawn she rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with an inaudable whimper. After a moment she picked herself off the ground and stumbled to the joined bathroom, looking in the mirror for a moment if only to observe her new scars.
With another small yawn Nanji's feet pattered around upstairs, the bar seeming more quiet then it had been; almost too quiet. "Arcus?"
Her voice seemed to echo as she walked down the hall, her eyes unfocused and her head a slight bit dizzy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 4:02 pm
Matthew mocked the smile; a bad habit given to him by his up-bringing with older siblings. He responded in an over syruped voice, the kind that made you want to vomit.
"I really, really doubt you do."
He then turned around, and started examining the liquor. He found a bottle of whiskey, which he gingerly picked up and placed behind him. He began inspecting the glasses, and grabbed one, carefully turning it upside down and removing some shattered glass that had broken in the fire. He then turned around, and began pouring himself a glass. He looked over to Vaatra, and addressed him as soon as he had turned the bottle up.
"You, demon. Come over here and tell me what you saw."
As he spoke, he slowly screwed the cap back on.
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